Bubbles.
Pretty little fragile things aren't they?
They float whereever the wind takes them
all the while reflecting the spectrum of colors on their surface.
Dreamy.
What i don't want to do is, living inside a make-believe bubble.
Seeing the world thru its rainbow tinted surface might be wonder-full for a while, until it finally breaks and i'll be left to hit the ground hard. And i'll finally realise that all this while, the beautiful swirl of colors that i've seen the world thru, is just the bubble afterall.
this is mere rhetoric.
hello happy people,
have a nice thursday :)
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